Another piece about a well lol but hopefully you enjoy it!
Well of Truth
A barren land that welcomes the desperate and lonely. Where the springs of the heart runs dry from the drought of love's absence. At the center of this forsaken land. Is a wishing well. Hope dwells in its waters as if it was a water nymph. Its touch makes the water run pure with faith. It calls out the lonely strangers as if it was a beacon of the heart.
They travel miles to this land to get a glimpse of this miracle. Yet some barely can lift their feet from the weight of life. So they pass away into dust searching for it. Their skeletons litter the grounds of the forgotten. While the few lucky ones cast their coins of destiny into it. Waiting for a miracle to come from it. They wait as the hope filled waters reflect their face of desperation.
Praying they will be fixed of their problems. Hoping that their hearts will be mended with silver and gold making it precious to someone. Yet as their coins soaks they realize that their search was in vain. Never realizing this was a fable. That this well is not magical. Yet if they had kept peering into the waters they would've seen their very desperation melt away into the answers of within.
*Sometimes we search for the answers that lies inside. We fail to realize their is no magical shortcuts or quick fixes to problems that persists inside us. Patience and time with diligent work of self becomes the waters of healing. We hold the well of truth within us all*